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 �>�Cindy and Her Sensitive Camel-toe by harry lime

   Chapter 1

   It was entirely conceivable that Cindy Nelson truly had no idea exactly
what was meant by the term  -�camel-toe -�.  She had a graphic on her
memory screen of a dirty camel standing chewing a cud of noxious substances
and some guy in a white robe holding the reins like he was either the owner
or the user of the huge beast.  In her vision, she could not quite see the
legs of the camel and actually had no idea at all of the shape of the feet
all the way down at the bottom.

   Thus, when Carlos Nunez told her with a deplorable sneer in his accented
English,

    -�Pretty baby-girl has plenty of nice camel-toe underneath her black
tights -�.

   Cindy was not certain what he meant, except it sounded exceptionally
dirty and she felt like he had just pushed her face in the mud that spotted
the playground outside the dingy schoolhouse at the end of Cobbler -(TM)s
Lane.  It was bad enough that he was always peeking up under her skirt on
the staircase or accidently rubbing his oversized business on her legs in
the hallway or at assembly, but now to be told right from his dirty lips
that she had something called a  -�camel-toe -� was the straw that broke
the camel -(TM)s back.

   Cindy cornered her best friend Nikki in the lunch room and inquired in a
whisper.

    -�Tell me truly, Nikki, what is a fucking  -�Camel-toe -� and where is
it located? -�

   She was surprised to see the petite Nikki put her hand down between her
legs and press hard into her private parts.

    -�Right down her, you ninny, it -(TM)s your pussy or, at least, the
outline of your pussy lips on your panties or your tights and it shows up
your slit all the way from the front to the back. -�

   The slender dark-haired girl demonstrated with casual emphasis showing
Cindy exactly what she meant and it was obvious to both of them that the
dirty-mouthed girl with the heart-shaped bottom was more than willing to
show her business to anyone with an interest in such things.

   Cindy tended to be much more circumspect in matters of a sexual nature
and she tried her best to hide the fact that she was still a dreadful 
-�Virgin -� in both her feminine slit and her tight little rear door that
enjoyed being touched and rubbed by male hands but seldom entertained the
thought of actually taking a knob of flesh inside its portals except for
possibly a well-washed and smaller digit of a true gentleman.

   Carlos was neither a gentleman nor was he inclined to be slow and gentle
in opening up the tightness of a rear portal when he was addressing it with
serious intent.

   Cindy was certain that if he managed to get her into some sort of
defenseless position, she would suffer the consequences and find out once
and all what it felt like to be stuffed and stretched with a package of
oversized equipment hardened into resolute attention by her bared buttocks
and fettered ankles and wrists.  He was the sort that enjoyed that sort of
thing and seemed to be more excited by resistance than cooperation when he
had a bird turned upside down and ready for action.  She vowed that if he
ever had her in his grasp she would pretend complete surrender and make no
movement no matter how undignified his disturbance of her inner calm and
total disregard for her feelings in carrying out such nonsense.

    -�Nikki, have you ever been taken by someone against your will? -�

   Her best friend looked at her and smiled, knowing that in a certain way
that her beautiful friend was secretly intrigued by the thought of being
forced into submission, but was hesitant to describe her thoughts, even to
her best friend.

    -�That is a personal question, my little dove, but I will disclose that
I have indeed been used in such a manner by more than one villain and am
still here to talk about it like a normal person. -�

   Cindy sat down on the window pillow and looked out at the birds
fluttering in the branches of the budding new growth.  They were all
a-twitter with the sure knowledge that spring was upon them and soon they
would be mating with their new-found partners and building nests high away
from danger to protect their all-important eggs.  Her special spot between
her legs was already overflowing with her female juices just from hearing
the whispered words from Nikki -(TM)s pretty red lips.  Her closest friend
had been battered against her will by a friendly weapon and not just once
but on several occasions.  The startling news surprised her because her
friend was extremely flirtatious and she would have expected some sort of
bitterness against the other gender as a result of such unkind treatment.
She seemed to have survived her ordeals with shining success and Cindy
waited patiently for her to impart some knowledge about how a female learns
to accept her fate and still function as a part of the human race with all
her instincts still intact and no rancor to spoil her disposition.

    -�My first taking was by my favorite uncle, the Earl of Langton.  You
met him last summer at our country estate in Cornwall.  I bet is it hard to
believe that kindly old gentleman would be capable of such tomfoolery, but
I assure you he was all business when it came to the taking of both my
virginal and my anal cherries without any hint of mercy. -�

   Cindy let her hands wander down to her nipple and her little trigger at
the top of her slit waiting with a little happy smile on her innocent face
for the rest of the story.  Nikki noticed right away that her friend was
enjoying the moment a bit more than a young maiden should under the
circumstances, but she was determined to finish the story because she had
wanted to share it for a long time but never had the opportunity to tell
her friend about her past troubles.

    -�The Earl was a widower and I had a certain sense of loyalty to him
because he always found time to listen to my complaints and my distress at
being sometimes pushed aside by the wealthy children of the more affluent
side of the family.  Sometimes I would snuggle up to him in his great
leather chair and squirm on his lap the way I knew he liked it the best
with my arse cheeks shoved up tight against his manly privates.  It amazed
me that a man of his years still had the ability of forming a cock-stand of
such magnitude and I pretended it was just a toy to be stroked and played
with when the whim hit my silly brain.  It never occurred to me that he had
any inclination to be buried up to the hilt in my still innocent pussy or
even shoved in between my cheeks for explorations of a more sinful
category. -�

   Nikki saw that her friend Cindy was fast approaching an orgasm of some
magnitude from the way she pushed down hard on the soft pillows with her
clenched arse-cheeks and the look on her face was not of innocence but of
sheer lust still restrained but desperately seeking release like a little
bird leaving the nest for the very first time.  She moved closer to her and
let her hands rest without movement on the top of Cindy -(TM)s frantically
fumbling fingers waiting for the rest of the story.  Her tongue was
protruding slightly from her sweet red lips in a way that suggested she was
in need of liquid sustenance in a world gone suddenly dry with erotic
urges. The older, worldlier girl knew her young friend needed a companion
tongue to consummate her need for oral coupling, but she was wise enough to
realize it would be premature to make such a startling commitment before
the groundwork was laid down below.

    -�I must admit that I was fully shocked when the Earl pulled my
clothing from my bottom and bared my hidden cheeks to his passionate view.
At that moment, I knew all was lost and I had no idea if his target was my
female entryway or my delicate and sensitive little pucker hole that was
truly my  -�Secret Garden -�.  I discovered he was enamored of both of my
entryways and would soon be able to declare his full knowledge of both
passageways to paradise.

   I have to confess to you that the humping took forever and he had all
the stamina of a much younger man.  Eventually, his spunk was spent in each
area of attention in a way that left little white puddles of evidence to
show our guilt.  In a way, I held no rancor against the man because I hold
a dear spot in my heart for him as he reminds me in a way of my beloved
father with his deep scowl and furrowed brow as he gave me the belt for my
transgressions against proper behavior.

   It was amusing when he insisted I use my pretty mouth to cleanse his
tool of manly status because I was almost ready to beg him for that
privilege just to get his taste firmly set in my brain and anchored as a
motivation for future adventures. -�

   It was at this point that Cindy pushed Nikki -(TM)s pretty fingers into
her puddle between her legs and lifted her knees around Nikki -(TM)s
shoulders in a way that insured her unmistakable orgasm that made her
slender body thresh about in wild abandon locked onto her best friend as
her shelter against the storm that racked her flesh.

   Nikki leaned forward and took the opportunity to teach the young girl
how to properly use her tongue in tongue to tongue combat of a kinky kind
with lots of spit and saliva exchanged to seal their oral depravity in a
way that left no doubt it would be repeated in other locations with equal
success.  Somehow, Nikki managed to insert two fingers into Cindy -(TM)s
frightened sphincter spreading the tiny opening with gentle probes to
introduce the concept that her rear door was for far more than disposal of
digested waste.  At first, Cindy was guiltily fearful because it was
supposed to be a Cardinal Sin of some import.  Then, after long moments of
calming pleasure, she opened up wider and her sphincter relaxed guard on
the hidden treasure of her anal delights.

   One look into Cindy -(TM)s lust-filled eyes convinced Nikki that she had
discovered a new truth about her best friend.  There was no doubt in her
mind that little Cindy was one of those females that valued a little
posterior pleasure to round out her menu for carnal delights behind a
closed bedroom door.

    -�I see you liked my story about my first time with my uncle, the Earl
of Langton.  Now, I will tell you about the visiting priest from Spain. 
His name was Father Resurrectus and he was most learned and liked to bounce
me on his lap with my bloomers down around my ankles in a shameful dance
that must have delighted the devil if he was watching.  No matter how hard
I tried to escape his strong encircling arms, it was to no avail because he
was the sort of person that always finished what he started without fail.
He sprinkled me with his brand of holy water on more than one occasion and
I soon grew to look for his mood and need for my feminine solace in his
world of male only affairs.  It didn -(TM)t take long for me to form a sort
of dependence on his ministrations that were more carnal than religious and
I was distraught when he was reassigned to the convent for redemption of
the souls of the sex-deprived sisters.  I had no doubt it was to be a
successful tour of duty for him because he was the sort of dedicated person
that had no reluctance to dispense his brand of solace to any female
follower. -�

   At the conclusion of this story, Cindy allowed Nikki to work her head
and her mouth between her legs for a long time.  Of course, she eventually
fell into one of her terrible orgasms that racked her slender body with
convulsions of tides of passion that made her more animal than human and
unable to speak coherently for quite some time.



   Chapter 2

   Cindy was much inspired by her best friend Nikki -(TM)s stories about
carnal depravities and she wanted desperately to test out some of the new
knowledge with a partner of great stamina in those matters that females
desire the most.

   The horny Carlos was not on her list of prospective oral, anal or
vaginal short-list candidates despite the fact she could easily see his
bulky business was impressive to any female with an urge to merge with a
masculine person without a thought to propriety or moral character. 
However, the fellow seemed to be always nearby and available for instant
use with a  -�use by -� date far into the future.  Her only other
possibility was her somewhat feeble Uncle Rodney with a dick that was
limper than one would like in situations of great urgency.  She had labored
in his manly garden often attempting to create a hardness that she could
put to immediate use.  Sometimes she would be forced to bounce her heels on
his bottom to induce him to plunge in deeper in her puddle of desire.  At
such times, he would stiffen and spray her insides with his masculine spoor
like a young lad out on a spree with a gaping gash of bottomless reception.

   Finally driven to the edge of frustration in need of deep penetration,
Cindy resorted to surrendering unconditionally to Carlos -(TM)s
ministrations knowing that he would likely disappoint her by arriving at
the finish line before she had even warmed up properly.  Her concerns were
realized quite quickly and she attempted to remedy the situation by using
her saliva-laden lips to bring him to a repeated cock stand without
additional delay.

   She was successful in her endeavors but the wily Carlos was now fixated
on her posterior portal.  Cindy was not overly enthusiastic about being
anally speared by Carlos -(TM)s huge poking tool because she had a
particularly tiny opening back there and she feared he would stretch her so
grossly that she would have to seek solace with salves and potions for a
long time afterward in order to merely sit down or relax in comfort on one
-(TM)s own tail.

   Of course, Carlos got his way and she presented her bottom to him like
some sacrificial lamb for the slaughter in biblical times.  At first, he
toyed with her haunches, slapping and spanking her like she was some
naughty child.  It annoyed her at first, but after some discomfort, the
rhythm of the pounding was like a spur to her shameful desire for
impalement in her nether regions.  She lifted her flanks and allowed Carlos
to enter her at his will and soon he was buried to the hilt in her
fundament spreading her tiny star widely with his oversized cock.

   Carlos grabbed her elbow and pulled her backwards into his groin digging
an additional few inches inside her sensitive interior.  She started to
wail like a little baby looking for her mama -(TM)s milk.  The feeling of
being completely stuffed was uncomfortable at first but after some spirited
humping she was more enthusiastic about the whole project to the point of
crying out,

    -�Yes, Carlos, you darling man, right there.  That is so good, Carlos.
Don -(TM)t ever listen to me when I say no ever again. -�

   Eventually, the ass-loving Carlos drained into her gut and she quieted
down a bit knowing that the man had oodles of stamina and would be
pestering her soon enough.

   She relied mostly on her family trust fund for her financial prospects,
but the economy had receded of late and she found that she needed
additional income to balance her expenditures.  Her family lawyer advised
that she leave her principal intact, which was always good advice and to
seek employment which was booming for young women recently due to several
political changes of direction in current society.

   The advertisement simply stated at a young female of good up-bringing
and with a grasp of English spoken with upper-class diction was sought for
forty-eight hours of contracted labor in the Stanley and Stanley Merchants
of Fashion in a desirable part of the city.  She took the mass transit
conveyance withstanding the unsolicited touch of several innocent looking
males in the process and arrived at their doors at exactly 9:01 the next
morning.  The plain-looking middle-aged woman dressed all in black like she
was in mourning greeted her and directed her to the rear of the store to
discuss the details of the available position with a Mister Lucas Stanley
described as the  -�floor manager -� of the ladies fashions.

   She had expected an older gentleman but was pleasantly surprised by a
recently graduated young man with the fresh bloom of student days still
upon him.  In fact, she was certain he was her junior because she had
recently attained the dreadful age of twenty and four in an age when most
eighteen year old females were wedded and had one or more children.  She
would soon arrive at the  -�old maid -� status so deplored in social
circles if she didn -(TM)t settle down and find a suitable cock to service
on a regular basis in exchange for a few paltry vows and the awarding of a
different name.

    -�May I ask, young lady, are you seeking employment with our firm? -�

   It was a simple question and yet she still hesitated.

   The honest answer was money plain and simple and the fact that she
needed a steady income to supplement her trust fund if it were ever to last
into her waning years possibly still single and alone in the world.  Of
course, she could not give that simple answer because she instinctively
knew that the very truth of  -�needing -� the employment would be the kiss
of death to her chances of being selected.  Besides, the young man might
want to take advantage of her situation and use her need to secure some
sort of arrangement giving him access to her feminine favors for the
granting of her wish to be employed.  In all honesty, she would be inclined
to follow the commands of the handsome young man providing he showed some
degree of respect and polite conversation regardless of their other
connections either in the business world or areas not related to personal
connections.

    -�I am becoming quite bored at home lately and feel the need to have
greater social contact with the general public.  I am well acquainted with
the fine reputation of your establishment and feel that a relationship of
mutual benefit would be apropos to fill our common needs at present. -�

   It was all a lot of gobbledygook in all honesty, but she felt that some
degree of deception was indicated in the current job application process
until she knew the hidden thoughts of her interviewer and the potential
employers.  It was just like her father had always taught her to try and be
one step ahead of the others if you wanted to win the prize.

   The young gentleman went over her CV and noted verbally that she had two
years at university studying business economics and he seemed to find that
the most interesting fact of the interview.  At the conclusion, she thanked
him and asked in a respectful voice,

    -�When do you think I might hear of the decision, Mister Stanley? -�

   He looked up at her somewhat startled and hastened to add,

    -�Oh, right now, Miss Nelson.  We certainly do want you on our staff as
soon as possible. -�

   She managed to hide her amusement because the  -�staff -� she had in
mind was located below Mister Stanley -(TM)s belt and she daydreamed about
riding on it all the way home to her afternoon tea.

   The first day on the job, Cindy was measuring and cutting swatches for
the samples provided customers deciding about the style and color of their
selections.  A young man that looked very much like Mister Lucas Stanley
stood behind her and casually rubbed his hard erection across her bum like
he was sampling her offerings for a later showing.

   Poor Cindy didn -(TM)t know if she should be shocked or complimented
because in all honesty the touch of the hardness in that spot made her
womanhood quiver in anticipation of some sort of dalliance in the offing.
She looked into the eyes of the young man and asked,

    -�I say, Mister Stanley, is that advisable right out in the open in
front of all the staff? -�

   He smiled and pressed his greedy knob up tightly against her forewarned
flesh.

    -�I don -(TM)t believe we have met, Miss...  ?  I am George Stanley and
handle the accounts payable and accounts receivable up on the mezzanine
floor.  I am the chap that will give you your salary each Saturday like
clockwork at close of business just like all the rest. -�

   Cindy knew she was blushing but she stayed calm and responded,

    -�That is quite all right, Mister Stanley, sir, my name is Cindy Nelson
and I was hired by Mister Lucas Stanley for a beginning job in ladies
fashions. -�

   He continued to smile and did his best to hide the fact that his hard
dick was now fully seated between the gap in her rearward facing cheeks
like a bird in a nest settling in for a long juicy night.  She was certain
he was shocked that she was not wearing the customary shaping garments
underneath her long dress.  It was a habit of hers ever since her year in
Ireland at her aunt -(TM)s castle on the moors.  Running and walking
without the restraining stays and whalebone was her special joy and she was
wont to give it up without some drastic reason like a fractured spine or
some other dire circumstance.  Of course, the price she had to pay for her
wantonness was the constant diddling of her private parts on the public
conveyances and now the direct approach technique of the Stanley working in
the main office.

   She would never give up her freedom of physical movement for respite
from the pawing hands of men that to touch and not have any commitment to a
relationship of any degree no matter how tenuous and free-spirited.  In the
case of Mister George Stanley, she felt that given the right circumstances,
she would always be able to keep George in line by feeding him little bits
and pieces like crumbs to a hungry bird.

   Her first paycheck was welcome because she had a number of small debts
to local merchants that she was beginning to feel guilty about not paying.
Her trust fund was in safe territory, but her income was reduced by the
loss of almost half her interest yield and this job would make up the
difference provided she could suffer the indignities on the bus and the
risks of involvement at her place of business.

   She had made her first commissioned sale to a middle-aged lady of
breeding and rang up a goodly supply of undergarments that were somewhat
risqu�(C) by current social standards.  The entire time, Cindy had the
distinct impression none of the undies were for the benefit of her spouse
who was a sedate judge semi-retired and living in the country whilst the
wife was lording it over a number of servants and hangers-on in the city
with her generous larder and supplies of booze provided at all gatherings.

   She had confided in Cindy that she had a full contingent of his majesty
-(TM)s royal military services at her disposal for nocturnal duties of the
secretive kind.  It was quite a shock to Cindy to imagine the upper-class
woman shedding her garments for the pleasure of different gentlemen each
weekend but the lady assured her it was the best way of keep a little spice
in life when one reaches middle-age.

   Since she had realized a nice commission on the sale, Cindy accepted the
lady -(TM)s invitation to a party on Saturday night next and she
revitalized one of her mother -(TM)s fine gowns to wear as she had no fine
threads of her own to show off at a party.  It was a lack of interest in
buying social engagement items that was her weakness.  She did have a large
collection of French undies and night wear but had scant chance to parade
them for the enjoyment of some male in dire need of female companionship.

   The party at Judge Adam -(TM)s town house was a great success and she
was helping her new friend scoot the leftover partygoers out the door when
a pair of uniformed sailors boosted them both up the spiral staircase with
their strong arms used to lifting weights of all sizes and shapes and
asking them to show them their undies like a prize for having drunk a lot
and still not being drunk in the bargain.

   Cindy thought that they were joking but when she saw the judge -(TM)s
wife start to strip, she realized this was the real thing and no game that
the men were playing just to amuse them with the flirting game.

   When it came her turn, she stripped down to her favorite French flimsy
that displayed her prominent camel-toe in all of its splendid glory for the
entire world to see and admire.

   One of the uniformed men came to her side and slid his palm up under her
bottom and cradled her like a baby rocking her back and forth until she had
no recourse but to spray her feminine juices all over the fluffy white
carpet.

   When she looked over at her new mentor, she saw the mature woman down on
all fours like one of her father -(TM)s hunting dogs looking over her
shoulder at the approaching hard cock ready to make her whine and growl
like a bitch in heat.

   It was so inspiring to Cindy that she imitated the lady and did the same
thing until eventually her trigger was pulled her orgasm took over making
her make the most outrageous noises so animal like in their rawness and
brutal response.

   She decided right then and there to accept every invitation from the
friendly lady in the hope that her need for diverse pursuits would be
satisfied in her house.



   Chapter 3

   After the party at Judge Adams house, Cindy became fast friends with the
orgy-obsessed wife and she would often go down on all fours to seduce the
male attendees to impulsive humping action on the fluffy white carpet.

   Cindy was becoming aware of the fact that it was her devious clitoris
that actually controlled her social interaction at the parties but she
considered it a perk of her employment at the shop and she thought of her
service there as reward for giving up her cunt and her pretty little bum
for the use of all the party-going males around her.

   She noticed that the more cream she received at the party, the more she
desired and sometimes from multiple partners at the same time.

   She looked in the full wall mirror in the Judge -(TM)s study at her
naked body covered at both ends by males with oversized cocks and a third
underneath her poking her in her tightly clenched sphincter like he had
tunneled his way to paradise.

   Cindy saw the lust in her crying eyes and she knew that the dick in her
ass was the best of all although she loved the other two cocks as well
working their way into her thirsty throat and up inside her dick-deprived
quim hungry for serious pounding from a resolute fellow with only one
thought on his decadent mind at the time.

   The exhausted girl was resting in the kitchen drinking a nice hot cup of
tea when one of the maids burst through the swinging doors and announced in
a shaking voice,  -�They did me in my rump and how am I ever going to
explain to my parents that two guys diddled my bum while I just stood there
with a silly smile on my face to show my attitude was quite servile and
submissive. -� The two other servants in the kitchen were properly
sympathetic to the poor girl -(TM)s wails of displeasure at being nailed
unceremoniously right in front of all the other guests and her backside
bared for viewing by them all as she had to take the dicks inside where
they stretched her so much that she became afraid that she would never get
back to normal when all was said and done.

   The maid had a name tag on her uniform in front just above her apron
that said  -�Josette -� and Cindy thought that was a particularly nice name
for such a plain looking female in her early twenties.  The maid pulled up
her skirts so they could all look at her brown eye and tell her if they saw
any damage.

   She joined in the group and probed the girl -(TM)s reddened rim with her
little finger causing her to stifle a gasp of surprise at the further
insult added to her injury.  The bottom line was that I saw no permanent
damage sustained and the girl looked none the worse for wear except for
some leakage of cream from her anus that I dabbed at with my hanky to clean
her up and make her pretty ass all shipshape for her boyfriend or lover
when she returned home after the party with the rich folks at the Judge
-(TM)s mansion.

   She told the rather plain maid that she should stay in the bent over
position whilst she got some cream from her gold lame purse to apply to her
battered backside.   -�I promise that this cream does wonders and you will
back to normal before you even reach your home. -�

   The girl looked up at her through tear-laden eyes and thanked her most
profusely for her aid in the unpleasant circumstances.

   Cindy got her cream that she used for such rectal situations and applied
it liberally all over the girl -(TM)s crack making sure that her
inquisitive fingers found the opening of her brown eye to push some inside
where it would work wonders in a relatively short period of time.  The girl
opened her mouth and her pretty pink tongue fell out when Cindy -(TM)s
fingers explored all the corners of the inside of her crinkled rear door
and she reached out with her hand and hung onto Cindy -(TM)s arm like she
wanted her to stay with her and never take her digits from inside her
fundament ever again.

   She decided to walk the girl home because she was still upset over the
anal impalement and was on the verge of a mental breakdown due to her
feelings of shame and disgust at her own weakness in having an orgasm
whilst they were humping her doggie style from behind.  The girl told her
that she was not a virgin because her fianc�(C)e had put his stamp of
approval on her pussy these two years past and that they were long overdue
for a trip to the altar if only they could save up enough money to buy a
home for their future family and happy lifetime together.

   When we got to her house, she invited Cindy in for a nice cup of tea
which was always welcome no matter what the time of day or night.  She
whispered in Cindy -(TM)s ear that her fianc�(C)e was somewhere on the
premises because she had seen his car outside in the yard parked up against
the picket fence around the barn.

   They sat in the kitchen and one thing led to another and soon they were
both locking tongues with the girl sitting on top of Cindy -(TM)s lap like
her own baby girl searching for mama -(TM)s love in the nocturnal hours. 
Eventually her head came down to Cindy -(TM)s bosom and the girl started
sucking at her nipples like she needed her milk to feed her tummy with
creamy goodness.  That caused Cindy a confused explosion of her female
juices down below where the grass grows greenest and she did her best to
calm the girl down and give her the love that she desperately needed for
instant gratification.

   Cindy asked her if she knew where her fianc�(C)e was so they would not
get caught doing what came naturally right out in the open.

   The girl went up the stairs and returned soon after with her face as
white as a sheet and her hands trembling with emotion as she explained that
she had seen her fianc�(C)e humping her mother -(TM)s ass from behind with
all the vigor of a twenties something young lad on top of a forty year old
widow with a husband in the early grave of a miller with particles of dust
in his lungs that stopped him from breathing at an early age leaving her to
her own devices for finding sexual release.

   She whispered in my ear that unlike her experience with the pair of
drunks at the party, her mother appeared to be enjoying the anal expedition
in a way that she didn -(TM)t think she could ever achieve with a hard dick
up her back door in such a perverted manner.

   Cindy did her best to calm the girl down and suggested they head to her
room and try to get some sleep because it was far too late at night to
confront her mother with her disgusting hook-up with her fianc�(C)e and she
might lose her fianc�(C)e forever if she confronted the issue head-on.

   The girl led her to her bed and gave her a set of her sleeping clothes
that fit her perfectly as they were both of the same size although Cindy
was certain her facial features were far superior to the girl -(TM)s plain
looks.  Still, their bodies were very similar from the neck down and she
really enjoyed the shape of the girl -(TM)s ass cheeks which were almost
identical to her own.  In fact with the pillow on top of her head the girl
looked exactly like Cindy and it was like looking in mirror at her own skin
and bones.

   The took turns at being on top and Cindy had to admit the girl was
better than her on top and she managed to give Cindy several satisfactory
orgasms just rubbing her clitoris on her hers slowly and looking her
straight in the eye with a look of lust that was not to be denied at least
not here and not now when her orgasm was building so quickly that it took
her by surprise in the end.

   Sometime in the early morning hours, Cindy heard a noise at the bedroom
door and saw the figure of a man approach her side of the bed.  She had
thrown off the cover and lay naked to the world except for the pillow over
her head to keep out the noise from the irritating rooster that was making
a racket in her ears.  Josette was completely covered on the other side of
the bed almost motionless deep in a sleep that was totally undisturbed. 
Suddenly, Cindy felt the weight of the fianc�(C)e descend on her
defenseless back and hindquarters.  Knowing that the man probably assumed
the naked body underneath him was that of his beloved, she kept quiet not
wanting him to be startled and wake up Josette in such a compromising
position.  She felt him spread her ass cheeks open and he slowly slid into
the rear portion of her feminine folds from behind in way that she was
openly partial to on any occasion.

   Soon, he was pounding her relentlessly doggie style in a prone position
and her entire private parts were tingling with the excitement of his
weight and his frenzied humping from behind that she loved so very much.

   Only moments later, he drained himself inside her filling her with his
cream and she took it all in silence accepting his kiss on her shoulder as
he left to do his business in the downstairs bathroom and depart for his
early morning work in town.

   All she could do was turn over and go to sleep until the daylight broke
through the window with the arrival of the new day.  She was not certain if
she would share her experience with her new friend because in all honesty
she had found the fianc�(C)e to have wonderful stamina and was a fine catch
for her regardless of his roving eye and his addiction to ladies bottoms
wherever he might find them.


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